This year alone, the perves at Netflix have given us a “Star-Spangled Salute to Abortion,” and then a glamorization and exploitation of teen suicide. But they still haven’t hit bottom.
Now they’re trotting out a new season of a show called “Big Mouth,” described as “animated kiddy porn,” and, by its makers, “coming of age all over the place” (https://www.wnd.com/2018/10/netflix-intros-animated-kiddie-porn/). Another of the show’s writers described it as “super-dirty.” But because they’re using cartoons instead of live actors–the average age of the kids providing the voices for the cartoons, by the way, is eleven years old: paid at the age of 11 for talking super-dirty–they evade legal restrictions on their content.
Planned Parenthood, you won’t be surprised to learn, is a big booster of this show; and the show’s a big booster of Planned Parenthood. Raising up a new crop of PP customers, don’t you know.
The question is, Why would anyone ever produce a thing like this?
Be not deceived: None of this stuff happens without the support and the protection of the Democrat Party.
This is “progressivism” applied to our entire way of life. If left untreated, it will destroy us. Kill the culture, and it will kill you back.
O Lord! If you’re even thinking about letting these people win–! Smite them, O God.
Hot on the heels of its “Star-spangled Salute to Abortion,” Netflix has announced plans to develop and air American Jesus–a series about “a 12-year-old boy who suddenly discovers he’s returned as Jesus Christ. He can turn water into wine, make the crippled walk, and, perhaps, even raise the dead” (https://variety.com/2018/tv/news/netflix-american-jesus-jupiters-legacy-mark-millar-1202875133/).
It’s based on a comic book, of course. A sodding comic book.
Uh, dude! Like, there’s no reincarnation in the Bible! Which you’d know, if you’d ever read it. The real Bible, not the comic book.
Trifling with holy things is dangerous. Your immortal soul can get into real trouble. Our souls are already in deep trouble, and we need Jesus Christ Our Lord to get them out. But then if you don’t know you’re drowning, you probably don’t know you need a life preserver.
Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
Ignorance and arrogance–great combination, Netflix.
Why does simply not having Netflix in my home make me feel like I’ve done at least one thing right?
(If it gets more vile than this, I don’t want to know about it.)
Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain. –The Third Commandment
“God bless abortion!” cried the alleged comedian hosting Netflix’s “Salute to Abortion,” this past Sunday (https://www.cnsnews.com/blog/craig-bannister/netflix-airs-salute-abortion-host-declares-god-bless-abortions).
They poured pseudo-patriotic goo all over it, too, with flags and drums and the alleged comedian wearing a drum majorette’s costume. Yowsah, yowsah. “Celebrate abortion!”
They’re going to need a hotter Hell.
Be warned, Ms. Smart-ass: that’s where you’re going, unless you change your tune. And once you’re in, they’ll never let you out.